Lazy sundays with the sad glow
there’s nothing to be sad about
except that it is all over
of course, my one day off vanished

outside blowing meager paychecks
emerald hillsides topped with leaves
abutting, climbing the city
plunged into histories soon gone

like the cold, gold sun gleaming off
the ribbon of the tarmacked road
we returned to from our escape
peering back through the car’s windshields

You don’t treat her well
But, you know her well
You know her limits
And, you know she’s committed
You put your toe over the line
And, then you keep it there
She’s so **** forgiving with you
She thinks your history
Could use a change of scenery
It just seems like sometimes
The ones we really care about always leave
I watched you from my booth in the diner
She broke her phone in the street
Maybe it’ll help her not scroll too far back in the photos

I sorta liked the taste of my blood
When you bite my lips
She said it’d be fun to **** in the shower
It wasn’t that great burning alive
It seems one-hundred degree water
Doesn’t wash off the sins we have

Self inflicted gunshot wounds
The suicide weapon were words
Driven straight into my brain matter
Derived of pretty lies
For I **** myself a little
Just so you can read

what
is
evil
nothing
but
a worm
that
burrows
deep
through
the
soul
to
slowly devour
your
flesh and bone

dead tree forks
arizona heat still goes dumb hard
voices swivel for relief
i mouthed every word
of a break up song
like it means something
giving you up
like you gave up on the pronoun game
callous tongue
imagine if you called me by my name
as opposed to a girl
like i told you to